The Finals

Drop

(Tony Coles)

I dropped a four in a Lipton tea

More green on me than a tree in dispensary

Temper shorter than Mini Me

My bitch skin color is the same as Hennessey

I turned my closet to Saks Fifth

Magician with the Drac', he like to do hat tricks

Face shot, fat bitch profile big

600 the mob, you know that shit

I could've went with the walkdown

But that was too easy, I'd rather just pop out

Bounce in the Jeep with no door and just hop out

Treat a **** like Kayne tape, make him drop out (Uh)

Security get bucked, he get knocked out (Uh)

Any plug beside X gettin' socked out (Uh)

Any **** too fly gettin' shot down (Uh)

Any bitch too pretty get passed 'round

Heavy metal in this car like a rock star

Four sticks off in this bitch, Kit-Kat bar

Break a bitch off a P, she want a bad boy

Ain't typin' on keys, we pull up where they at, boy

Put them racks on his hat, knock off his cap, boy

EBT, bro hit the booth and I snap, boy

Strapped in the trap, this shit feel like Iraq, boy

Pockets full of cake, they callin' me fat boy

Leave out the trap with a six pack, movin' weight

Beat this bitch down every day, tryna make a way

Shit can get hard, it's gon' make you or break you

Mix the purple with Tuss' like I play for the Lakers

Boy, I sold me a 'bow, used to play for the Takers

High notes with the poles like that bitch Anita Baker

In the club yellin', "Cuz," we ain't even related

Gotta swallow that sperm, it's a rich **** baby

Ayy, I don't fuck with these ****, they really some fakers

Play with me, then you meetin' your maker

I've been havin' more dough than a motherfuckin' bakery

If he flexin' too hard, I'ma take somethin'

Came from the dirt, took forever to make somethin' (Uh)

Now it's thirty K for me to say somethin' (Uh)

Hit the bitch from the back, bet I break somethin' (Uh)

Boy, you pussy, don't say you gon' take nothin' (Let's go)

I've been walkin' these streets for a minute

Name a bitch that I spoke to that say I ain't hit it

Name a whip that I got that ain't burnt and ain't tinted

Name a Glock that I got I ain't shot, **** trippin'

Ain't got what I got, how they say I ain't winnin'?

Bitch, we up and they stuck in position

They ain't never cooked dope in no kitchen

Tell 'em come meet the 6ixers and see how we livin'